All thoughts of hatred fled Draco's body as he was full with Potter's cock. He didn't even say for Potter to stop; he didn't even say anything when Harry started to kiss him. He just found himself returning the kiss.

As much as it pained Draco to be the bottom he loved it. If he had known ahead of time that Potter would be so beautiful when he shagged then Draco would have not left Potter's house yesterday. Is this what he was missing? Were those years at school just immaturity?

The look on Potter's face answered his question. Such concentration was on the other man's face that Draco knew this was going to be a good shag. Draco couldn't tear his eyes away from Potter.

"Draco..," Potter said, thrusting into Draco.

A quiet moan escaped Draco and he didn't realize that he was asking for more.

Deeper. Harder. Beautiful.

No mercy was surfaced as Potter continued to pound his cock into Draco. It was obvious to Draco that Potter had done this before. How many other blokes had been given the honor to….

This was just a shag and nothing else. He wondered if Potter had been more brutal when they were drunk.

He could tell that Potter was on the verge of coming. So was Draco. Potter's hand wrapped around Draco's cock. Draco couldn't stand it.

"Come for me Draco," Potter said. "I want to see your face when you come, screaming my name-"

"Fuck Harry!-"

Draco didn't need to be told to come because white come was already eluding from him. Then Potter came, filling Draco's hole with the slick come.

Both of them moaned out their last orgasm before Potter collapsed onto the bed beside Draco. They laid there panting for a moment. It didn't even seem to matter that their bodies were covered with sweat.

Draco eventually said, "Harry…"

That took Potter and himself by surprise. Draco had never said Potter's first name. If he had it was during school when he would be using it to mock him.

"Draco," Harry replied almost breathless.

Not a word was spoken for moments. Draco felt exhaustion pulling at him. Sleep was not essential right now. He could almost still feel Harry's hot cock inside him.

Next time Draco will top.

Next time? Was that a promise that Draco was making to himself? The shag tonight was great and it must have been a hell of a lot better than last time.

"Do you mind if I stay over for tonight? Just tonight," Potter said.

"Of course," Draco found himself saying.

There wasn't anything to be said as Draco grabbed his wand and muttered Nox.

The darkness filled the room and Draco could still make out Harry's body. Impulsively he wrapped his arm around Harry.

Harry didn't fight back and Draco slipped away into a soothing unconscious.

When Draco awoke he found himself lying on his back with a sleeping Harry resting on his shoulder. Harry's steadied breathing against Draco's neck. It felt blissful. A glance to the window showed slivers of morning sunlight coming through the room.

What happened last night was still weighed on him. As soon as Potter left, he would go get his personal pensieve, which was stored in his closet, and fill it with memories from last night.

He felt Harry stir beside him. Without warning he felt Harry's wet tongue press against Draco's neck. His lips brushed Draco's skin. Draco felt himself harden by the touches.

Draco closed his eyes taking in the sensation feelings caused by Potter's mouth. Draco didn't want to give in just yet. He pressed his lips firmly together not wanting the moan come out that wanted to.

An open mouthed kiss was pressed at the base of Draco's neck. Don't get in. Don't give in.

It didn't fool Draco. A hoarse moan escaped Draco's lips.

"Good morning," Draco said through a yawn.

Harry didn't answer as he licked a line on Draco's neck up to his jaw.

Draco tilted his head back making himself completely vulnerable. Is this how he would be waking up if there hadn't been any feuds between them over the years?

Potter was now straddling Draco. He looked up at him who was imbibing in the sight.

"Your neck is so fucking gorgeous," Harry said leaning back down. His lips found Draco's neck again.

Harry's mouth was frantic as it wandered over Draco's flesh. Wide open mouthed kisses were given to Draco's neck and he longed for them to meet at Draco's lips.

The ring of Draco's phone broke out.

"You're not answering that," Harry said. "I want you all for my own. I don't want to share you with some filthy whore.

Draco moaned and started to sit up. He had to. As much as he wanted to stay in bed with Harry he had to get up and answer that phone.

When Draco sat up and started to walk towards the door he heard a groan come from Harry.

"Hello?" Draco said into the phone just as Potter came out of the room.

Harry's body was nothing but pure delight. He was fit and there wasn't a flaw on his skin besides maybe that scar on his forehead.

"I hope I didn't wake you Dragon," said Eli, who didn't sound remorseful at all.

Harry stepped closer to Draco. It took every ounce of him to restrain himself from throwing himself into Harry's arms.

"No," Draco managed to say. "It's fine. Is something wrong?"

Whatever Eli said he didn't hear it. He watched Potter kneel down in front of him. He almost dropped the phone as Potter pressed a kiss against his cock starting to suck on the head.

There was magic on Harry's lips. There had to be. Who else could make Draco go over the edge just by a kissing at the neck? Or now where he was almost about to come into Harry's mouth. There couldn't be any other explanation.

"Dragon?" He heard Eli ask.

"Y-yes?" Draco said, his voice quivering.

"Are you alright?"

Better than alright. Harry's green eyes were looking up at him boring into him. His lips were smeared with Draco's pre come.

"Of course I am. Why did you call?" Draco said hastily.

He reached his hand down to Harry's head as it took in most of Draco's cock. Harry sucked gently at his cock, bringing his hand up to wrap it as he continued to suck. Sucking as if it would be the last thing that Harry would have.

"We have another customer who wants you on…Saturday night at 8:00 sharp. I think it might be a bachelor party."

"Oh bachelor party. Right-"

When he said those words Potter sucked harder and started to speed up a little. He felt Harry's tongue run across his throbbing vein.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Eli said.

"Positive-Oh fuck!" Draco gasped as Harry bobbed his head. "Take all of it!"

He forgot that he was still on the phone. He could still hear Eli talking in a concerned manner. One press against the end button muted him. Draco groaned as an orgasm came out of his mouth and spurts of his came into Harry's mouth.

Once he put the phone down though Harry stopped.

He stood back up his lips covered with a layer of Draco's come.

"I warned you," was all that Harry said before he crashed his lips against Draco's.

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Harry didn't know what came over him. Anger when Draco picked up the phone, and then jealousy when he heard Draco say bachelor party.

How could someone give themselves away? He didn't want to have Draco go to a party with a group of horny blokes who would fuck Draco senseless. Only Harry could do that.

It was only for a shag for sure, but emotions were playing at Harry. He didn't know what to do. He had come to Draco's flat expecting to seek revenge against Oliver. What he did was totally beyond what he had in mind.

He had shagged Draco into oblivion or at least that's what he thought by the look on Draco's face when he came into Harry's hand. And what he did to Draco's neck just moments ago. Waking up to something that was taunting him was not helping. Then he was engulfed with Draco's cock. His skin tasted so good but his cock tasted sweeter.

Harry hadn't thought about what he would say when Draco would hang up. His goal had been to get him to end the call and pay attention to Harry. When he surfaced his lips were forming words and his mouth was pressed against Draco's.

Draco's mouth opened under Harry's and his tongue slid into his mouth.

He sucked at Draco's tongue and heard him moan against him. Draco's hand inched its way to the base of Harry's neck and slipped it through the massive tangles of Harry's hair.

Harry shoved Draco back against the wall ruthlessly and plunged his lips against the blonde's. Their lips were desperate for each other, both seeking to find the other's weakness.

A sound of Draco's head hitting the wall startled Harry a little. All of his emotions from earlier were diving into Draco's mouth. The arousal came when Draco began to rock his hips against Harry's.

He grabbed Draco's hips, grounding them against him. A successful moan emerged from Draco. Arousal was pocking at Harry's cock.

All that mattered right now was Draco. He was focused on making him come again. Draco's hands found Harry's arse and they grabbed at it. His hips jerked forward, desire filling him.

"Seeing as I have you in my control would you mind doing me a big favor?" Harry asked as stroked at Draco's cock again. His finger went over the head; the craving to replace his hand with his mouth was too big.

"Fuck," Draco said. "Anything you want."

"Fuck me."

Draco didn't even need to second guess Harry's words as he pulled at Harry's hand, walking towards the bedroom.

Draco practically threw Harry onto the bed. Harry was harder as he took in the sight of Draco now in control. He was meant to bottom but now he deserved to be top.

Harry lay his head back against the comfy pillows as Draco crawled onto the bed.

"Don't use lube," Harry said smoothly. "I want you to shag me with no shame."

Harry felt his lower half sore as he made his way back to Grimmauld Place. He had decided to stay the night at Draco's because he knew that Ron would be there. Anytime that Ron and Hermione were in the same room there wasn't anything to do but leave.

He opened the door and immediately heard the shouting of the portraits. They seemed to be screaming at each other rather than at Harry.

"Hermione?" Harry said, starting to walk down the narrow hallway to the drawing room. He found Hermione and Ron sitting on the couch together. Something that Harry hadn't seen in a while. It seemed to all be fabricated as Harry realized that Hermione was with Teddy.

"Uncle Harry!" Teddy said as he saw Harry walk in.

Hermione turned her head, following Teddy's gaze.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked, as Teddy struggled to get out of Hermione's arms.

The four year old Teddy waded his way through Hermione's arms and ran happily towards Harry's feet.

"I..I slept the night at the bloke who I was with the other night," He said, hoping that Hermione caught the drift. He tried to avoid cursing or speaking of shagging in front of Teddy. He scooped Teddy up in his arms and watched as his hair turned to blue.

The look of satisfaction spread over Hermione's face. The corners of her lips turned. "And did you have fun with said bloke?"

"Of course I did," He said flushing.

The doorbell rang and Harry put down Teddy. "I'll get that."

Anything to avoid the conversation of shagging someone was what Harry was hoping for. The doorbell was the perfect distraction.

He opened the door, still with a flushed face.

"Oliver?"

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Nowhere to go on a Friday night doomed Draco. No calls or anything. Usually he would have five places to go but instead Draco was lying on his couch going over what happened today.

The day had been perfect ever since he had woken up. Literally. He thought there wasn't any come left in him from everything that happened.

Shagging was a good thing. A very good thing. Especially to Draco. It was the time to feel free and do whatever you pleased. Giving or taken was all calming to Draco.

Shagging had also got him out of going to Azkaban. Somewhat. He hadn't thought about it a lot since then but sometimes he found himself thinking about it.

He had been early to the trial and no one was there. Except for one of the Wizengamots was also early. It was pure angst to look at someone who might decide Draco's fate.

Moments of silence followed until the person came up to kissing began soon after the Wizengamot said he could persuade the Minster to not take Draco to Azkaban. They had gone to a secluded corridor.

Draco had never shagged someone at the Ministry of Magic but the bloke seemed to know where to go and how not to be seen. He wondered if other people have fucked here. Probably yes but the thought of people having an orgy down there was disgusting to Draco.

It had gone as planned. The Wizengamot had spoken up for Draco and everything that he had said made Draco look innocent. He walked out of the Ministry of Magic instead of being arrested and being thrown into Azkaban.

He didn't even know the other bloke's name and he might have even saved his life. Just over a good shag. He also wondered if anyone had found out and had him thrown into Azkaban instead of Draco. Nothing in The Prophet speculated that anything was found out.

Draco hadn't stepped into the Ministry of Magic since and hoped to never do it again. Everyone in there probably would kiss at Harry's feet if he were to walk into there. Everyone in there would get out torches if Draco did.

There was more than just that reason to not go into the Ministry. Many people in there hated anyone who was a Death Eater. Everyone knew what Draco was. Some even know what he is a now. A whore. Who knew that a Slytherin would turn into a muggle whore? No one.

Only a handful knew though. And he was positive that if he stepped foot in there that people would began to talk about him.

His mind slipped back into glorious thoughts about Harry. Did that make them boyfriends? Of course it didn't. Draco didn't want to get involved in something serious that would only anchor him down from doing what he loves.

From what happened earlier, he knew that Harry did not approve of him shagging other people for money. Who would? But getting to have good head to get off the phone was better than what Draco wanted.

An owl pecked at his door. Draco groaned as he walked over, opening the latch to let the bird in. The letter had the handwriting of Pansy.

Pansy. Oh fuck he completely forgot to go to her and Theo's. He had gotten the other letter last week being invited to their new home. Most of it was bought from Theo's money.

Draco hastily grabbed his coat and cast a glimmering charm before he disapparated.

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Oliver stood looking at Harry. His brown hair that Harry loved months ago was shorter giving no one any need to touch it. His skin was half covered in bruises, no surprise there. He looked taller and a bit fitter.

"I was told that you don't like owls coming here," Oliver said at last. "This is from the Ministry."

He held the letter out to Harry. Their fingers brushed against each other as Harry took it from him.

"Thank you," Harry said wearily.

The letter had the Ministry stamp on it. Invited to another event to make them look good.

Dear Harry Potter,

It would be an honor to have you attend Public Speaking of Wade and Ember Mason. They have organized this special event to talk about their findings of new potions to cure diseases we couldn't years before. We hope that you are interested."

Sincerely,

Minister of Magic

Harry didn't care for potions at all. Nor did he care what this Mason couple had to say.

"I'm going too," Oliver said weakly. "With Elliot."

So that's the bloke's name?

"I'm going," Harry said abruptly. "And I have a date too you know."

"Great," Oliver said sheepishly. "Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."